The Freezing Car Seat Meltdown And The Winter Gear Fix
Listen. It was negative four degrees in Chicago, the kind of cold that physically hurts your face, and I was losing a wrestling match with an infant in a Honda CRV. My son was three months old. I had dressed...
Why I Attempted Babydecke Stricken (And Almost Lost My Mind)
My mother-in-law slapped a skein of neon acrylic on our kitchen island and told me it was indestructible. Three hours later, the guy at the local Portland yarn shop looked at me like I'd asked to poison the water supply...
The messy truth about trying to knit your own baby clothes
I was thirty-four weeks pregnant, sitting cross-legged on the floor of a craft store in Lincoln Park, quietly crying over a skein of mustard yellow yarn. My feet were swollen to the size of small hams. My lower back felt...
The Great Wool Disaster: Picking the Right Yarn for Your Baby
The baby monitor glowing angrily on my nightstand said the nursery was exactly 68 degrees, which is supposedly the good sleeping temperature for a human infant. It was 2:14 AM on a damp Portland Tuesday, and my 11-month-old son was...
That Time Stricken fΓΌr Babys Made Me Cry Into My Cold Coffee
I was sitting on the floor of our living room in late November, wearing a pair of maternity leggings that had definitively given up on life around the thighs, surrounded by three balls of what the label aggressively called "ethereal...
The Truth About Knitting Baby Dresses (And Why I Still Do It)
It was 2019, Maya was exactly three weeks and two days old, and I was sitting on the floor of our extremely messy living room at 2 AM wearing sweatpants that smelled vaguely of sour milk. I had my lukewarm...
The Newborn Knitted Cardigan That Saved My Sanity With Twins
There's a very specific, cold sweat terror that grips you at 3:14 AM when you're attempting to force a rigid, non-stretchy cotton pullover over the fragile, violently wobbling head of a screaming two-week-old. I remember this moment vividly with Alice,...
The Massive Infant Merino Lie That Cost Me Months of Sleep
It's precisely 3:14 am, and I'm standing in a dimly lit nursery holding what feels like a highly agitated, damp jacket potato. Maya, the twin who's currently screaming directly into my left ear canal, is wearing a polyester fleece sleep...
Scoring Big at a Baby Merino Wool Sale Without Losing Your Mind
My mother-in-lawβwho's generally a lovely woman but keeps her thermostat set to what I can only describe as 'tropical terrarium'βtold me when Leo was born that I needed to dress him in thick wool from head to toe or he...